Alice shook her head quickly, looking panicked.
“Carlisle?” I turned to look at him.
Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle.
Carlisle ignored that. “I’m able to do it,” he answered my question. I wished I could see his expression. “You would be in no danger of me losing control.”
“Sounds good.” I hoped he could understand; it was hard to talk clearly the way Edward held my jaw.
“Hold on,” Edward said between his teeth. “It doesn’t have to be now.”
“There’s no reason for it not to be now,” I said, the words coming out distorted.
“I can think of a few.”
“Of course you can,” I said sourly. “Now let go of me.”
He freed my face, and folded his arms across his chest. “In about two hours, Charlie will be here looking for you. I wouldn’t put it past him to involve the police.”
“All three of them.” But I frowned.
This was always the hardest part. Charlie, Renée. Now Jacob, too. The people I would lose, the people I would hurt. I wished there was some way that I could be the only one to suffer, but I knew that was impossible.
At the same time, I was hurting them more by staying human. Putting Charlie in constant danger through my proximity. Putting Jake in worse danger still by drawing his enemies across the land he felt bound to protect. And Renée—I couldn’t even risk a visit to see my own mother for fear of bringing my deadly problems along with me!
I was a danger magnet; I’d accepted that about myself.
Accepting this, I knew I needed to be able to take care of myself and protect the ones I loved, even if that meant that I couldn’t be with them. I needed to be strong.
“In the interest of remaining inconspicuous,” Edward said, still talking through his gritted teeth, but looking at Carlisle now, “I suggest that we put this conversation off, at the very least until Bella finishes high school, and moves out of Charlie’s house.”
“That’s a reasonable request, Bella,” Carlisle pointed out.
I thought about Charlie’s reaction when he woke up this morning, if—after all that life had put him through in the last week with Harry’s loss, and then I had put him through with my unexplained disappearance—he were to find my bed empty. Charlie deserved better than that. It was just a little more time; graduation wasn’t so far away...
I pursed my lips. “I’ll consider it.”
Edward relaxed. His jaw unclenched.
“I should probably take you home,” he said, more calm now, but clearly in a hurry to get me out of here. “Just in case Charlie wakes up early.”
I looked at Carlisle. “After graduation?”
“You have my word.”
I took a deep breath, smiled, and turned back to Edward. “Okay. You can take me home.”
Edward rushed me out of the house before Carlisle could promise me anything else. He took me out the back, so I didn’t get to see what was broken in the living room.
It was a quiet trip home. I was feeling triumphant, and a little smug. Scared stiff, too, of course, but I tried not to think about that part. It did me no good to worry about the pain—the physical or the emotional—so I wouldn’t. Not until I absolutely had to.
When we got to my house, Edward didn’t pause. He dashed up the wall and through my window in half a second. Then he pulled my arms from around his neck and set me on the bed.
I thought I had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking, but his expression surprised me. Instead of furious, it was calculating. He paced silently back and forth across my dark room while I watched with growing suspicion.
“Whatever you’re planning, it’s not going to work,” I told him.
“Shh. I’m thinking.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed and pulling the quilt over my head.
There was no sound, but suddenly he was there. He flipped the cover back so he could see me. He was lying next to me. His hand reached up to brush my hair from my cheek.
“If you don’t mind, I’d much rather you didn’t hide your face. I’ve lived without it for as long as I can stand. Now...tell me something.”
“What?” I asked, unwilling.
“If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?”
I could feel the skepticism in my eyes. “You.”
He shook his head impatiently. “Something you don’t already have.”
I wasn’t sure where he was trying to lead me, so I thought carefully before I answered. I came up with something that was both true, and also probably impossible.